Chapters (41)
- Dexter in the Darkby Jeff Lindsay
- IN THE BEGINNING
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
Cody nodded, without taking his eyes off my face, looking at me with his usual guarded expression that showed nothing. And yet I could tell that he trusted me to take care of whatever this was. I wished I could share his optimism.
"When you say your shadow," I asked him carefully, "do you mean the one on the ground that the sun makes?" Cody shook his head.
"You have another shadow besides that," I said.
Cody looked at me like I had asked him if was wearing pants, but he nodded. "Inside," he said. "Like you used to have." I sat back against the seat and pretended to breathe. "Inside shadow." It was a perfect description-elegant, economical, and accurate. And to add that I used to have one gave it a poignancy which I found quite moving.
Of course, being moved really serves no useful purpose, and I usually manage to avoid it. In this case, I mentally shook myself and wondered what had happened to the proud towers of Castle Dexter, once so lofty and festooned with silk banners of pure reason. I remembered very well that I used to be smart, and yet here I was ignoring something important, ignoring it for far too long. Because the question was not what was Cody talking about. The real puzzle was why I had failed to understand him before.
Cody had seen another predator and recognized him when the dark thing inside him heard the roar of a fellow monster, just as I had known others when my Passenger was at home. And this other had recognized Cody for what he was in exactly the same way. But why that should frighten Cody and Astor into hiding in the car
"Did the man say anything to you?" I asked them. "He gave me this," Cody said. He held out a buff-colored business card and I took it from him.
On the card was a stylized picture of a bull's head, exactly like the one I had just seen around the neck of Kurt's body out on the island. And underneath it was a perfect copy of Kurt's tattoo: MLK. The front door of the car opened and Deborah hurled herself behind the wheel. "Let's go," she said. "Get in your seat." She slammed the key into the ignition and had the car started before I could even inhale to speak.
"Wait a minute," I said after I managed to find a little air to work with. "I don't have a goddamned minute," she said. "Come on." "He was here, Debs," I said. "For Christ's sake, Dex, who was here?" "I don't know," I admitted. "Then how the fuck do you know he was here?" I leaned forward and handed her the card. "He left this," I said.